[Round 1: Shotgun Suge]
I'm like an O.G. to him, I do him gruesome
Like, "Lil' bro, where'd you get the bars to face me? You must've grew some."
Beasley like, "Show him the ropes Jimmie, noose 'em (Newsome)."
We got the insane Crip vs the big Grape, the big baby
Let's get one thing straight, I straight jack niggas who think they crazy
You holla for me, you must be punch drunk pass insane he dumb nuts
.40 cocky and it's buffed up, lean on him, this nigga Rum got me fucked up
I'm on the turf where he bang at, lift the gun
Small shot, his men'll run, I'm hittin' one
I'll put a buck in a Quarter like a nip of Rum
Aye Smack, when this is over we gotta speak
Me and you, got a lotta beef
I asked for top shelf, you give me Rum? The shot was cheap
Headshot, I'll blick the semi
I'll pull up in his mini city, where Rum at?
Knife in him, let's get down to the Nitty gritty
I outweigh him by 250
I throw these they too swiftly
IQ I'm too witty
They said they want Crips to stick together but we ain't want you Nitty (unity)
Oh you Crip Cornell? They call you "Insane Nelly" they get crazy cause you here?
Guns, I got 'Air Force 1's' and Nelly get two pair
You know how I rock, you can't hide from me
Search his block, search his spot
Catch him, 2K's green beam, it's a perfect shot
I let the Dessy blow, I'll kill ya whole fuckin' family, you already know
One word, I'll drop ya niece off at a R. Kelly show
Had this nigga Nitty 'bout to dumb out, hopin' that she run out
Have him throwin' rocks at the studio beggin' her to come out
I'm disrespectful, you said half of what I say, you the type to get mushed for it
He pussy, the .40 got the douche for her
Battle rap reaction, say somethin' crazy and get pushed forward
Gun Line King, he think of one of them gun lines he gon' gain glory
Yeah, 'til one of them gun lines turn into a front page story
I dunked on you vs Twork, I do what I want, I'm big Crippin'
Fifth grippin', big clip in, lookin' for a reason to kill him I'm Nit' pickin'
Out of all ya brothers, you the lowest (Lois) one; Chris Griffin
{Stumbles}
I'll pull up shootin', like I catch it off the pass
Beasley, you better pick his box out before I catch it off the glass
Y'all know he heard me
I ain't got no motherfuckin' slogan; Jersey
I'm like an O.G. to him, I do him gruesome
Like, "Lil' bro, where'd you get the bars to face me? You must've grew some."
Beasley like, "Show him the ropes Jimmie, noose 'em (Newsome)."
We got the insane Crip vs the big Grape, the big baby
Let's get one thing straight, I straight jack niggas who think they crazy
You holla for me, you must be punch drunk pass insane he dumb nuts
.40 cocky and it's buffed up, lean on him, this nigga Rum got me fucked up
I'm on the turf where he bang at, lift the gun
Small shot, his men'll run, I'm hittin' one
I'll put a buck in a Quarter like a nip of Rum
Aye Smack, when this is over we gotta speak
Me and you, got a lotta beef
I asked for top shelf, you give me Rum? The shot was cheap
Headshot, I'll blick the semi
I'll pull up in his mini city, where Rum at?
Knife in him, let's get down to the Nitty gritty
I outweigh him by 250
I throw these they too swiftly
IQ I'm too witty
They said they want Crips to stick together but we ain't want you Nitty (unity)
Oh you Crip Cornell? They call you "Insane Nelly" they get crazy cause you here?
Guns, I got 'Air Force 1's' and Nelly get two pair
You know how I rock, you can't hide from me
Search his block, search his spot
Catch him, 2K's green beam, it's a perfect shot
I let the Dessy blow, I'll kill ya whole fuckin' family, you already know
One word, I'll drop ya niece off at a R. Kelly show
Had this nigga Nitty 'bout to dumb out, hopin' that she run out
Have him throwin' rocks at the studio beggin' her to come out
I'm disrespectful, you said half of what I say, you the type to get mushed for it
He pussy, the .40 got the douche for her
Battle rap reaction, say somethin' crazy and get pushed forward
Gun Line King, he think of one of them gun lines he gon' gain glory
Yeah, 'til one of them gun lines turn into a front page story
I dunked on you vs Twork, I do what I want, I'm big Crippin'
Fifth grippin', big clip in, lookin' for a reason to kill him I'm Nit' pickin'
Out of all ya brothers, you the lowest (Lois) one; Chris Griffin
{Stumbles}
I'll pull up shootin', like I catch it off the pass
Beasley, you better pick his box out before I catch it off the glass
Y'all know he heard me
I ain't got no motherfuckin' slogan; Jersey
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